Crystal's One Night of Love

Chapter 244 Whose Child Is It

In the cloak of the night, nestled in the narrow alley, stood an age-worn dwelling.

Henry’s gaze was fixated on his younger sister, who he had doted on for many years. He examined her attire, plain to the point of austerity, and the crumbling structure that served as her shelter.

His eyes throbbed with a sting that could not be suppressed, and the fingers that clutched his cigarette trembled subtly.

Taking a deep drag of his cigarette, he stepped inside the place and scanned around. “Where’s the kid?”

Melora was taken aback. “Has Crystal told you?”

Henry responded in a helpless tone, “Do you expect her to help you keep it a secret and watch as you continue living in this squalor? Whose child is it?”

Up until that moment, he was truly oblivious to the identity of the child’s father.

Melora wouldn’t let him in the room.

Henry extinguished his cigarette, exhaling the last puff of smoke. “Who is it?”

No matter who the father was, he wanted to beat him up so badly and break his teeth.

Melora blocked the door, pleading in a hushed voice, “Berthold and I are doing fine. Henry, I can support him on my own. Please don’t ask anymore!”

Henry’s eyes reddened.

He was but half a step away from her. With an outstretched arm, he pulled her to the side and entered the room.

The bedroom was of meager proportion, not even covering ten square meters.

An aged bed and a tiny desk housing several dozen magazines was all it contained.

Henry flicked through the trashy magazines, all showcasing Melora on the cover, the young lady of the Miller family.

He swallowed hard, making his way toward the old bed.

On it, lay a small child, slumbering peacefully.

His skin was fair, and he had a full head of dark brown hair.

Henry’s eyes turned bloodshot at the familiar eyes and unique hair color.

He no longer needed to ask Melora who the father was, as there was no need to do so anymore!

Henry whirled around, his eyes burning holes into his little sister.

Melora’s lips quivered, and her face contorted in distress as she pleaded, “Henry, don’t look for him! Don’t… I’ve broken up with him.”

Henry reached out, tenderly touching the little boy.

He paused and asked gently, “Him? Which him? Melora, tell me.”

Melora covered her mouth in shock.

It dawned on her that Henry must have realized who the father was.

Henry’s voice was dangerously low as he said, “When did you two become a thing? Do you understand what you’re doing? He’s at least ten years older than you. A man of his stature, in his forties and still unmarried, has had his share of meeting women from all walks of life, so why would he be attracted to a greenhorn like you?”

Melora was crushed.

She knew she had been punching above her weight.

Henry didn’t ask anymore. He took off his coat, put it on little Berthold, and gently lifted.

“Henry!” Melora clutched his arm, begging.

In the dim light, Henry’s expression was as calm as still water. “Either you come home with me now, or I call Alfred to pick you and your son up. You decide.”

Melora had no choice.

She packed some clothes and followed Henry.

the stairs,

Henry with a hint of fear in his expression, but he

assuring gently, “I am

relaxed,

placed the little boy into the child seat in his car, then

into the car, murmuring, “Could you not tell

“You’re afraid now?”

his way around the front of the car and got in. He was infuriated and wanted to smoke. However, he refrained from doing

he gently stepped on

an hour later, the car slowly pulled into the mansion’s

sound of the opening. and closing of the door stirred her awake.

the stairwell, she saw Henry holding Berthold, with Melora trailing

for

a hushed tone. “Let Berthold sleep with Skyler tonight. You

Crystal nodded.

she ascended the staircase again, she opened the door

the tiny boy into the warm bed

the bed was too soft, or the day had been too long, for the child drifted off

into slits before she rolled over,

and finely chiseled, were strikingly similar, as were their

heart soften at

and patted Berthold. “This child takes after his

her guilt on

“You must have

more vulgar

said softly, “Don’t let the children

shot her a fierce glare,

was once frightened now wore an armor of courage. “Don’t take your anger out on me,” she warned him boldly as

tense look on his

hand. “Stay with Melora. I’ll

Crystal agreed

when faced with the situations

am I to do? After all, I am Melora’s brother, and Crystal

she began, “Don’t mind your brother’s Let’s freshen up first. Let me prepare

was about to step out, Melora

tidal wave of emotion washed over her

she reassured, “You should have come back sooner. Your brother

out in a soft voice,

hair gently and said, “I’ll go prepare something for us to eat. You take a

Melora nodded.

to prepare the snack. By the

cotton pajamas, the kind where

Crystal noticed.

remark and beckoned with a tremble in

down and began

no longer the chatterbox who couldn’t stop talking like a

kept her

tears. “Crystal, I’m scared. He couldn’t marry me back then, and now…

could she

child, living a tough life worrying about sustenance like milk powder and

shared good times together. However, they were swept away by the

in the newspaper. He was still the dignified and

youthful radiance. Moreover, the passage of time

all, need to vent his anger. But he would

poor girl nodded

Melora in, Crystal went to see Henry in the

study. The room was dim,

him was filled to the brim, a clear sign

her, walked to the window,

too much! Aren’t you

her in

from any other night, as Crystal voluntarily approached him, sat on his

cigarette and

while before he finally spoke in a hoarse whisper, “Crystal, have I failed? If I hadn’t insisted on going to Kingdom of Brundela back then, your uncle and Melora may not have had

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